I was homeless in Minneapolis and two or three months of sharing a room with ten guys. I was sent to a Transitional Housing facility. The place was run by Catholic Charities. I had a room with the worst bed on earth. There was no running water and food was not allowed in the room. Compared to spending my nights surrounded by farting, and crazed men, I was in Paradise.
I had State Insurance and a lot of health issues, so I spent a lot of time at the hospital. The hospital was within walking distance, so I ignored the weather and walked to and from the hospital.
One summer day there was a heavy downpour. The aftermath left overflowing gutters. I was walking home from the hospital when a car swerved closer to the side of the road with the clear intent to soak me with rainwater.
I didn’t have time to get out of the way. I had nowhere to hide. I watched as the wall of water headed toward me and missed me. I laughed on the way back to the shelter. It made my day.
It was an unusual rainstorm. I remember once during the three years I was in Minneapolis I heard thunder, living in Florida for twenty years the sound of thunder was a daily summer thing. It was quite a shock, to hear it after so long.
Final Thought:
Sometimes people get in their cars and it changes their personalities. The steel surrounding them gives anonymity and makes them bold so they do mean things. Don’t be that person. If you see someone who is
homeless have some compassion, because you never know, it could be you on the receiving end someday.
What a dick!